Can I please have some coffee?" I asked my secretary, Sue. I knew I was talking to her breasts, but I didn't care: she must be used to it by now. [...] I decided to call my wife. We bantered and exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and I stared at Sue's breasts as she brought in my coffee. [...] After I hung up the phone, I asked Sue's breasts to send in Quentin.

Author: Brett Kiellerop-Morris